Chapter 1293
Necromancers who conduct unlimited live experiments and slaughter large numbers of living creatures to create undead are hunted by all factions. While necromancers are generally despised, few would attack one without reason—after all, necromancers are notoriously strange.
You might chop off their head, only for them to return days later. Especially those who have become liches—no one dares provoke them lightly.
If you fail to finish off a lich, you can expect that damned creature to dig up your family’s ancestral grave, turning your ancestors into undead to fight against you...
As for Toulse, he’s one of the more infamous necromancers in the Odin Kingdom—not because he’s the strongest, but because the stronger ones aren’t nearly as high-profile...
Toulse’s deathly aura spread recklessly, turning the surrounding three to four hundred meters into a forbidden zone of death. Black-gray mist swirled, condensing into twisted faces that howled like terrifying ghosts...
Seeing Toulse like this, people instinctively kept their distance. The weaker ones hurried off the street where the Gilded Rose was located, and even the stronger ones watched warily from afar.
“Farrow, get out here! Your three days are up. Submit to the Rodney Family, or accept your fate of annihilation.”
Toulse wore a cold sneer, his chilling voice amplified by magic, echoing down the street—clear enough for everyone inside the Gilded Rose to hear.
Meanwhile, Leon sat by a window in a nearby high-rise, glanced down at Toulse, and nodded to Pabbet.
“Pabbet, go ahead. Follow the rules of the Gilded Rose.”
Today isn’t just about dealing with Toulse—it’s also a chance to show everyone the Gilded Rose’s true strength. With such vast wealth, if people don’t see the sword behind the gold, everyone will start getting ideas.
Lafayette and Fortmore had already stepped out when Toulse appeared, but seeing him, both their expressions soured.
Both men looked pale. Lafayette kept glancing up at the high-rise, hoping to catch a glimpse of something.
Damn, it’s actually Toulse. When I was still in diapers, his reputation for cruelty had already spread across the Odin Kingdom. How are we supposed to fight him?
It’s said he’s already a peak Sky Rank Level 3, and he’s a sadistic necromancer. Last year, he supposedly went to the Undead Plane himself—and came back alive, bringing several terrifying undead with him.
Many of the Rodney Family’s atrocities are actually Toulse’s doing. He doesn’t know the meaning of restraint—his enemies never leave behind a complete corpse. Sometimes, he even turns their remains into undead minions...
How could Fortmore and I possibly stop a monster like that? Those hooded figures behind him must be the undead he brought back. If we try to block him, we’ll be torn to shreds...
But thinking about their predicament, Lafayette and Fortmore could only taste bitterness, forcing themselves to step forward.
“Lord Toulse, please restrain your aura. According to the rules, you’re not allowed to release your aura in the Gilded Rose...”
Lafayette braced himself and said something, but no matter how hard he tried, his tone couldn’t sound tough…
Toulse sneered, glancing at Lafayette and Fortmore Jackson with undisguised contempt.
"Two fools abandoned by their families—get lost, before I turn you into undead. Get out of my sight. Tell Farrow to come out and face me. You have three seconds. If you’re not kneeling in three seconds, then the Gilded Rose doesn’t deserve to exist."
After speaking, Toulse swept his gaze around the crowd.
"Anyone unrelated who wants to die can stay."
The moment Toulse finished, most of the onlookers scattered, rushing out of the street where the Gilded Rose was located.
"Lord Toulse, please…"
Fortmore Jackson forced himself to speak, but his answer was three massive bone spears…
Blocking the bone spears, Fortmore Jackson let out a sigh of relief and exchanged a glance with Lafayette.
"Lord Toulse, if you insist on violating the Gilded Rose’s rules, we’ll have no choice but to let the guards expel you."